Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Mars,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Move,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.